Zorian's eyes snapped open, and a sharp pain came from his abdomen. His whole body convulsed, and he was pressed against the weight that had fallen on him, and suddenly he was completely awake, and there was not a trace of sleepiness in his mind.

"Good morning, brother!" An irritatingly cheerful voice sounded above his head. "Good morning, good morning, good morning!!"

Zorian looked at El in shock, trying to figure out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was that the lich had cast that spell on him and Zach, and it was pitch black. His eyes scanned his surroundings left and right, confirming his suspicion - he was in his room, back to Xilin?

He's glad he survived, and he's expected to wake up in the hospital or somewhere else. A painful experience, El shouldn't have been so casual with him - even she shouldn't have been so inconsiderate. And, this whole scene ...... Eerie familiarity.

"Kiri?"

"Well, really?"

"What day is it?" Zorian asked, already dreaded of getting an answer.

"Thursday."

He frowned. "I mean dating, Kiri."

"Tank first. Today you're going to the academy. Don't tell me you forgot," Kirier urged. It's no exaggeration to say that she poked him in the flank just right as she spoke, and stuck her bony little index finger between his ribs. Zorian slapped her hand away, screaming in pain.

"I haven't forgotten!" Zorian snapped. "I just..."

He stopped there. What should he tell her? To be honest, he himself didn't know what was going on!

"You know what?" He was silent for a moment before saying. "Don't mind, I think it's time for you to leave me."

Before El could reply, Zolian unceremoniously flipped her off the edge of the bed and jumped up himself.

He grabbed his glasses and swept his gaze across his room, this time paying more attention to detail, looking for anything out of place, anything that might reveal that it was just a huge prank. Although his memory is not flawless, he is used to organizing things in a specific way. He didn't notice anything unusual, strange, it was indeed his room, as he had left when he went to Kooria.

Is everything a dream? It's also too real for dreams. His dreams have always been vague, meaningless, and easily fade from his memory soon after waking up. The sensations were exactly the same as his normal memories - no talking birds, floating pyramids, three-eyed wolves, and other surreal scenarios that his dreams usually contain. And there's so much to go into it – a whole month of experience for just one dream, right?

"Mommy wants to talk to you," El told him on the floor, apparently in no hurry to get up. "But hey, can you show me some magic before you come down? Please? Is it pretty?

Zorian frowned. Magic, right? Come to think of it, he also learned a lot of magic. Of course, if all this was a particularly elaborate dream, then all the magic he learned there was fake? It's amazing.

He made a few simple gestures and words, then clasped his hands in front of him. On the palm of his hand, a ball of light suddenly appeared.

Hehe. Well, it's not just a well-designed dream.

"Great!" The sister gushed and poked the sphere with her finger, only to see it go straight through the sphere. Really, it's not surprising because it's just light. She withdrew her finger and looked at it curiously, as if expecting something to change in it. Zorian mentally guided the orb around the room and circled around El a few times. Yes, he definitely knows the spell - he retains not only the memory of the casting process, but also the fine control that has been developed through repeated practice. You don't just get something like this from a vision, even if it's a prophecy.

"A little more! A little more! ”

"Oh, come on, Kiri," Zorian sighed. He really wasn't in the mood to watch her antics right now. "I pampered you, didn't I? Now let's find something else to do. Good girl"

She pouted at him, but he was immune to it now. Then she frowned and straightened up sharply, as if remembering something.

Await...

"No!" Zorian shouted, but it was too late. Kiri had run into the bathroom and closed the door. "Damn it, Ki

i, why now? Why not before I wake up? ”

"You're stupid, haha." She replied.

I'm still fooled. ”

He frowned. It is indeed an early warning. Whatever his "future memories" are, they seem to be quite reliable. So, will Cuoria really be invaded during the summer festival? What can he do about it? What could he do about it? He shook his head and strode back to his room. He doesn't even think about such a question until he knows more about what happened to him. He locked the door and sat down on the bed. He needs to think.

He spent a whole month at school...... Something happened...... Then he woke up in Sirin's room as if nothing had happened for the whole month. This is ridiculous even when the magic factor is taken into account. Time travel is impossible. Even dimensional magic can only warp time, speeding it up or slowing it down. The mages all @:: agree on one of the few things that magic can't do.

So, how did he get through it all?

He was in his room looking for books looking for any magic that could somehow "fake" time travel when a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he suddenly realized that he was still in his pajamas and that his mother had wanted to talk to him for a long time. He hurriedly changed his clothes and opened the door, only to find himself under the scrutiny of two women, only one of whom was his mother.

He almost called out Ilsa's name to say hello, but he controlled himself in time.

"A teacher from the academy has come to talk to you," said his mother, who gave him a disapproving look and told him that she would teach him a good lesson once Ilsa was gone.

"Hello," Ilsa said. "I'm Ilsa Ziletti from the Royal Academy of Magical Arts in Kooria. I was going to talk to you about something before you left. ”

"Of course," Zorian said. "Well, where ......"

"Your room is enough," Ilsa said.

"I'll get you something to drink," his mother excused.

Zorian watched as Ilsa opened various files and placed them on his desk, trying to decide how to proceed. If his future memories were correct, she would have handed him the scroll......

Yes, there it is. It's strange to know in advance what is going to happen.

For the sake of aesthetics, Zorian did a cursory examination of the scroll before infusing it with mana. It was exactly what he remembered—calligraphy, ornate official diction, elaborate badges at the bottom of the papers—and Zorian felt a wave of fear sweep over him. What the hell did he get himself into? He didn't know what had happened to him, but it was big.

He was tempted to tell Ilsa about his predicament and seek her advice, but he restrained himself. That sounded the wisest thing to do—of course, a trained mage like her was more qualified than he was to solve the problem—but what could he tell her? Is he reminiscing about things that haven't happened yet? Yes, that would go well. Moreover, given the nature of his future memories, he could easily have been arrested if the plot to invade Kooria had really been discovered as a result of his warnings. After all, his foreknowledge was more likely to come from a defector than from some kind of strange time traveler. The image of the agent torturing him to obtain information flashed with fantasy, and he couldn't help but shudder.

No, it's better not to say anything now.

For the next 10 minutes, Zorian basically reenacts his memories of his initial interaction with Ilsa, though, this time he doesn't argue with Ilsa about Xvim, and he doesn't awkwardly ask for the toilet,

Because he already knows what classes he takes. Ilsa seemed completely indifferent to his strange decisiveness, apparently as eager as he was to settle the whole thing. Then again, why would she be surprised by his decision? Unlike him, she has no memories of the future. Damn, she still doesn't know him.

Zorian sighed and shook his head. They do feel like normal memories and it's hard to ignore them. It's going to be a long month.

"Mr. Kaczynski, are you alright?"

Zorian glanced curiously at Ilsa, and she glanced at his hand—only for a moment, his hands shaking. He clenched them into a fist and took a deep breath.

"I'm fine," he said. This was followed by an unsettling silence for a second or so, "May I ask you a question?" ”

"Of course," Ilsa said. "That's why I'm here."

"What do you think about time travel?"

She was clearly taken aback by the question!

"Time travel is impossible," Ilsa said firmly. "Time can only be extended or compressed. Never skipped or reversed. ”

"Why?" Zorian asked, genuinely curious.

Ilsa sighed. "It's completely impossible to go against the tide of time and space. Just as it is impossible to "draw a circle", the river of time flows in only one direction. In addition to this, there have been numerous attempts in the past, all of which have ended in failure. She gave him a sharp look. I sincerely hope you don't waste your talents on this stupid pursuit! "Well said.

"I'm just curious," Zorian argued.

"Now you know," Ilsa said, standing up. "In that case, it's really time for me to go. I'll be happy to answer any questions after class next Monday. Have a nice day. ”

She left, closed the door, and collapsed on the bed. It's definitely been a long month.

。。。。。 Two.....

This time, the train journey didn't put Zorian to sleep. But this time he looked too awake for the illusion to be. As far as he knew, he did travel through the past. He wrote down all the important things in his notebook on the train. These memories will never be forgotten.

Zorian was convinced that this was the last spell the lich would cast on him and Zack. What is the spell? What a monster to death!

Another clue is Zach. Where is he? He has what it takes to fight the Lich - a damn Lich! – Failed after a few minutes. Although the lich has been playing with him, it is still very impressive. Zorian would have put Zach on par with the third Circle Mage, perhaps even more so.

There must be something odd about Zach, although Zorian has no intention of confronting this guy directly, and as far as he knows, it could be "you know us, so now we have to kill you"? He had to be careful with the heirs of the Holy Master.

Zorian slammed his notebook shut and combed his hair with his hands. Crazy big thing. Or is he crazy? How can he get other people to help him without being sent to an insane asylum.

"Excuse me, is this seat available?"

Zorian glanced at the person who spoke and recognized her. As they stopped in Xhosa, the nameless green turtleneck girl joined him in his box. Of course, she didn't ask before she took her seat last time. What has changed? Ah, it doesn't matter - what matters is that last time she was quickly followed by four other girls. Very noisy, very nasty girl.

"Yes," he nodded. "Actually, I just came up. We're going to stop in Xhosa, right? Good day, miss. ”

Then he quickly grabbed his luggage and went to look for another compartment, leaving the girl behind.

-。。。。 Three.....

Boom!

"Cockroaches!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Roach, open that damn door! I know you're here! ”

Zorian rolled over in bed, what is Thaiwen doing here so early? Don't wait...... He grabbed the clock from the dresser and put it in front of him...... It wasn't early, he slept past noon. Hehe. He distinctly remembered going straight to the academy from the train station, falling asleep within minutes of arriving at the room, and still oversleeping like this. Obviously, it's a tiresome thing to die in the past and then wake up.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"It's coming, it's coming!" Zorian shouted. "Don't knock again!"

Of course, she taps it more passionately. Zorian hurriedly dressed himself up and stamped his feet towards the door. He slammed the door open and looked at Thaiwen with dejected eyes......

…… She immediately ignored this.

"Finally!" She said. "What the hell has been going on for you for so long!?"

"I'm sleeping," Zorian whispered.

"Really?"

"Yes," said down-to-earth.

"But-"

"I'm tired," Zorian snapped. "It's tiring. So what the hell are you waiting for? Get in. ”

She rushed in, and it took Zorian a moment to calm down before confronting her. In his later memories, she hadn't visited him since he refused to carry out her sewer mission, which was enough to say how she really felt about their 'friendship'. Then again, he barely thought about her himself until now, so he probably shouldn't have to make a judgment. In any case, he was still reluctant to go on this mission with her - he reluctantly drove her away.

After doing this, he immediately went to the library and took a short detour to a nearby bakery for some quick food. Once in the library, he began searching for books on the subject of time travel and tried to identify the language used by the lich in his spells.

Disappointed. There are no books about time travel. This subject is not considered a serious field of study, and there is very little text about it, scattered in countless volumes, hidden in unrelated book chapters and paragraphs.

It's even more impossible to find the language that the lich used in the spell, because he couldn't even recognize it, let alone translate the chant.

-。。。。。 Four......

"You're late."

Zorian stared at Arcoca's serious face, lost in thought. He was glad that he didn't have to deal with anything dramatic because of the disastrous night he had with her—as glad he didn't die—

But she doesn't seem to really like him, why did his words hit her so hard?

"What?" She asked.

"Ako, more than half of the people in the class haven't come yet, why are you telling me this?" He asked.

"Because unlike them, you at least have a chance to listen," Akoja admitted. "Also, people like you should be role models for other students, not mediocre people."

"Someone like me?" Zorian asked.

"Come in," she snapped irritably.

When he walked into the classroom, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him, maybe? At least then he had a reason to feel so upset when he attended the first class of the year for the second time.

He sat at the back of the classroom with no anxiety in mind, carefully watching the new students, looking for Zack's traces. He is convinced that the boy has some connection to the affair, and that the mysterious boy seems to be the most crucial figure.

When Burian's fire dragon makes a storm hiss and begins chasing a freshman through the classroom, there is a brief commotion until Brian calms down. Apparently, this amazing reptile was fond of this unfortunate boy. Anyway, Ilsa quickly came in and started the lesson.

Zach never showed up.

Zori's security squad was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Where the hell is Zach? So far, everything has happened almost exactly as he would have remembered in the future, and Zach's absence is the first major deviation. This firmly cemented Zach's connection to this madness, but it also temporarily took the boy out of Zorian's control.

The lecture now is even more annoying than the first time he listened to it, because from his point of view, he had completed the review less than a month ago. Apparently, Ilsa wrote some kind of script, because the lecture was actually exactly what he remembered, with the only difference being that Zach was not there to answer strange questions with Akoja.

There are so many questions and so few answers. He could only hope that Zach would show up soon.

-。。。。。 Five.....

Zach never came to class since, and Zorian was sure he wouldn't show up at all. According to Beni, Zach disappeared from his family mansion on the same day that Zorian took the train to Kooria, and no one has seen him since. But he reluctantly puts Zack's mystery aside.

At least his studies are going well. Thanks to his foresight, he achieved excellent results in Nora Bull's surprise tests, and he didn't actually need to study any subjects – a small revision was enough for him to do almost everything with ease. The situation may change once his guard squad really begins, but now he has all the free time to think about how he will respond to the upcoming summer festival and the ensuing attacks.

Sadly, in Zach's absence, all the clues Zorian had had hit a dead end.

"Come in."

Zo

ia

Open the door to Xvim's office.

"Zorian Kaczynski?" Sywim asked. Zorian nodded, expertly catching the pen the man had thrown at him from the air, this time to be expected.

"Show me your basic three," the man commanded.

In an instant, Zorian didn't even take another deep breath before he opened his palm, and the pen almost jumped out of his palm into the air.

"Let it spin," Xvim said.

Zorian's eyes widened. What happened to 'Start Over'? Xvim's only reaction that night was to "start over", what has changed now?

"Do you have a hearing problem?" Sywim asked. "Let it spin!"

Zorian blinked, "What? What does "let it spin" mean? It's not part of the basic triad......"

With a deep sigh, Shivim slowly picked up another pen and hovered it over his palm. The pen hangs in the air, but instead spins like a fan.

"I ...... I don't know what to do," Zorian admitted. "We weren't taught in class."

"It's a crime," Xvim said. “

Zorian sighed. Great. Each of the three basic methods has hundreds of possible "small variations" that are enough to spend decades learning them, and it's no wonder that no one has mastered them to the extreme.

"Go ahead," Xvim urged. "Let's go."

Zori was engrossed in the pen dangling above his palm, trying to figure out what to do. It should be relatively simple. He just needs to fix a stable point in the middle of the pen and apply pressure at both ends, right? At least, it was the first thing that crossed his mind. He had barely moved the pen when he felt a familiar object hit his forehead.

Zorian glared at Sivime, damn marble. Xvim glanced at the pen that was still dangling from Zorian's palm.

"You didn't lose focus," Xvim said. "Okay."

"You threw a marble at me," Zorian accused.

"I'm urging you," Xvim said without remorse. "You're too slow. You have to be faster. Faster, faster! Do it all over again. ”

Zorian sighed and continued his mission. Yes, definitely a frustrating exercise.

- It's easy to find a book with detailed exercises in the academy library, so he's expected to master it by next week. All right!

He needs to be distracted. Time travel is obviously ridiculous, and some part of his mind has been expecting the whole thing to be just a double dream and that one day he will wake up with nothing to remember. It was clear that everything was real, and this part became panicked and agitated. What the hell is he going to do? Zack's mysterious disappearance has left him with a heavy burden and paranoia, and he doesn't want to tell anyone about the invasion!

He didn't want to save others, but he screwed himself up. It was essentially a second chance at his life at the moment—he was pretty sure he would die at the end of his future memories—but he didn't waste his spirits. People must be warned of the dangers that threaten the city.

The simplest idea is to warn as many people as possible, but they will portray him as a madman until he is finally justified by the actual attack.

What if the person he warned was part of a conspiracy and killed him? If, if...... Too many ifs. He vaguely suspects that one of the hypotheses is the cause of Zack's disappearance.

Zorian sighed, sketching out a plan in his mind, completely ignoring history

"What are you doing?"

Zorian instinctively closed his notebook and glared at him viciously.

"It's rude to peek at someone's shoulder," Zorian said.

"We're excited, aren't we?" Beni smiled, loudly dragged a chair from a nearby table, and sat down next to him.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

Beni laughed even bigger. "What the hell are you looking for?"

"You've been really withdrawn this year, always hung frustrated, and you've always been busy, even when school started. What annoys you, you know? ”

Zorian sighed. "It's not your business to help me, Ben ......"

Beni let out a suffocating sound, clearly furious.

"You mean I can't help you!? I'll let you know that I'm an expert in dealing with girls' issues. ”

It was Zorian's turn to suffocate. "Girl in trouble!?"

"Oh, come on," Beni laughed. "Always upset? Distracted in the middle of class? Obviously, man! Who is that lucky girl? ”

"There are no 'lucky girls,'" Zorien growled. "I thought you didn't see anything?"

"You know what? You should go up to her and tell her how you feel. ”

"I don't have time," Zorian sighed and got up from his seat.

"Hey, come on...... Beni protested, following him. Man, you're a sensitive person, did anyone tell you? I just..."

He really doesn't need this right now!

As the summer festival approached, Zorian began to plan. He bought a whole bunch of ordinary paper, pens, and envelopes in a store that shouldn't be able to track customer purchases. He was careful in his letter to avoid revealing any personal details. He made sure that he didn't touch the paper and that his DNA didn't get into the envelope. He deliberately writes in a bold, formal font that is completely different from his usual handwriting. In the end, he destroyed everything he didn't use.

Then, a week before the festival, he put the letters in different public PO boxes throughout Seoria and waited.

Nothing seems to have happened either. Didn't anyone believe him? Did he mess up and the letter didn't end up in the recipient's hands? Are their reactions so subtle that they don't cause any disruption? The wait is dying.

Finally, he had had enough. The night before the ball, he decided that he had done everything he could to get out of town on the first train.

When the train left Kooria in the dead of night, Zorian suppressed his guilt, and he took no action to warn anyone of the impending attack. What else could he do? Nothing, that's all. Nothing.

After a while, he fell asleep restlessly, and the sight of the rhythmic roar of trains, lullabies, falling stars, and skeletons shrouded in green light haunted his dreams.

Zorian's eyes snapped open, and a sharp pain came from his abdomen. His whole body convulsed, and he resisted the object that had fallen on him, and suddenly he was completely awake, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his mind.

"Good morning, brother!" An irritatingly cheerful voice sounded above his head. "Good morning, good morning, good morning!!"

Zorian looked at his little sister in disbelief in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing every now and then. And what is it?

"Oh, you must be kidding me!" Zorian roared, and Kiriel quickly dismounted from him, slipping away in fear. Apparently she thought his anger was directed at her. "It's not you, Ki

i, I ...... I just had a nightmare and that's it. ”

He couldn't believe that this had happened again!? Shall I it? He's glad it happened last time because it meant he didn't ...... You know, dead. But now? It's so weird now. Why did this happen to him?

Oh, and as he lamented his fate inwardly, El shut himself up in the bathroom again. Oh my God, it's all damn good!